It was raining- more so storming, real bad. Keigo was on his daily patrol when the rain had started with a light sprinkle, which he doesn’t see as bad until it gets to the point that he can’t fly in it. He only got worse, and worse, and- just kept getting worse. He had no choice but to go to the nearest place he could think of…

Keigo had flown up to the balcony of (name)’s small apartment, perched up on the railing (since it was so small and he didn’t want to scare them) like he’s always done, and gently tapping on the window, trying to get (name)‘s attention… who was just sat on the couch. He’s really hoping they won’t mind a big, wet bird in their apartment at this late hour (he is the big, wet bird)…